I don't know you, but I want to help you. I don't claim to have the answers to why you are the person you are. Maybe you have conceits about being the Neil Cumpston of CHUD, in which case I should tell you that he was never funny to begin with, and that the word fuck loses its artistry when used with reckless abandon, and that's a simple truth that will help your adjustment here go a lot faster. Maybe you have Tourettes, Aspergers, or dementia, and should this be the case, I am sorry for your affliction, and I have a friend in the medical profession who can get you the help you need no matter your location. Maybe you just need someone to talk to, honestly, plainly, as men, in which case, there are places and people who can help you in this respect as well.
If neither of these are the case, I humbly, sincerely, ask you to die. Screaming, if possible. You have shown yourself to be everything I hate in this world. You are clearly unintelligent, nor do you have anything to bring to the table of life. Your world revolves around the abject submission and humiliation of women, reason and the English language. The fact that you are a gamer and part of the target audience for so many of the things that I love makes me want to slit my own wrists in atonement, you're such the fucking cunt. I ask this of you without sarcasm or whimsy. It has been written that the greatness of a people can be measured in how well it treats its lesser citizens. Its animals. Its children, its prisoners, its handicapped. I believe this still, but brevity prevents this adage from including the fact that from time to time, these lesser beings are culled from society, sometimes through violence. This is necessary. This is the solution. Shutting the fuck up would help, but this is but a band aid on an increasingly gruesome wound. Hang yourself. Suck a car's tailpipe. Drink a pint of bleach. Swallow a shotgun shaped like a dick with a barrel shaped like a 13 year old's vagina if it makes you feel comfortable. But make no mistake: this is the only act in which you will earn my respect, gratitude, or my amusement.
Thank you.
If neither of these are the case, I humbly, sincerely, ask you to die. Screaming, if possible. You have shown yourself to be everything I hate in this world. You are clearly unintelligent, nor do you have anything to bring to the table of life. Your world revolves around the abject submission and humiliation of women, reason and the English language. The fact that you are a gamer and part of the target audience for so many of the things that I love makes me want to slit my own wrists in atonement, you're such the fucking cunt. I ask this of you without sarcasm or whimsy. It has been written that the greatness of a people can be measured in how well it treats its lesser citizens. Its animals. Its children, its prisoners, its handicapped. I believe this still, but brevity prevents this adage from including the fact that from time to time, these lesser beings are culled from society, sometimes through violence. This is necessary. This is the solution. Shutting the fuck up would help, but this is but a band aid on an increasingly gruesome wound. Hang yourself. Suck a car's tailpipe. Drink a pint of bleach. Swallow a shotgun shaped like a dick with a barrel shaped like a 13 year old's vagina if it makes you feel comfortable. But make no mistake: this is the only act in which you will earn my respect, gratitude, or my amusement.
Thank you.
